Gentle ,little by little I gained control
For a long time ,I had done wrong
Many people and alot of people complained .
My lies deceived their eyes not even their cries could change my habit.
Like a straight line ,I alined myself with time .
Like a magic box ,my colours became now my colours.
My turnished name turned in now my trusted name .
A new experience I started experiencing rising to my best.
Live a dove ,I loved being humble to people.
Caring ,loving cuddling and humbling turned to be me.
My sweet tweets ,set my standards
Untill they took my kindness for wikness
Untill they spitted repeated again in my own mouth
The same teeths that do eat smooth eggs still eats raw cassavas .
A lion is a lion whether painted or not.
A door I had closed ,a door I had forgotten,it's memories rotten.
It's a fire you have wired,then get geared.
When I say I used to be ,the be is still in me.
It's the language you understand that i will bring to your stand.